“You feeling good?”
Before I can answer, Reid’s hand slides to the back of my neck, fingers warm against my skin. He pulls me in, his lips brushing mine in the most tempting, teasing kiss, demanding and full of intention.
I respond, my hands coming up to his chest, feeling the heat of his body through the fabric of his shirt.
When we pull apart, breathless and a little unsteady, I find Sawyer watching us, his expression burning. But then, without a word, he’s there too, his lips crashing against mine, hot and urgent, as though he’s been waiting for this moment just as much as Reid has.
Footsteps enter the room, and I can hear the smile in Clint’s voice as he speaks. “Charlie’s out like a light. So I guess we can keep having fun tonight, right?”
My breath comes fast, uneven, my pulse hammering as I force myself to meet Clint’s eyes. His gaze is absolutely flooded with want.
Something inside me snaps. I swallow hard, heat pooling low in my stomach, my body caught between hesitation and reckless, reckless need.
In two strides, Clint is in front of me, one hand sliding into my hair, tilting my head back. “You want this, Dakota?”
I grin. “Yeah… I think I do.”
The second the words leave my mouth, Clint kisses me… hard, desperate. He’s been holding himself back for too long and can’t do it any longer.
I whimper against him, my fingers fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. Behind me, Reid’s hands slide higher, his breath hot against my skin.
Sawyer chuckles, stepping in beside me. “Oh, tonight is going to be fun.”
The last thread of my restraint unravels, and I let them pull me under. The moment I let go, I feel it… like stepping off a ledge, only to realize there are hands waiting to catch me.
Reid’s fingers are already tracing my collarbone, his lips following in a teasing, tormenting path down to my neck.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Reid murmurs, his lips hot against my skin.
He pulls me toward him, his hands sliding down my back, inching lower until he’s gripping my ass, tugging me against him in a way that leaves no doubt about what he wants. And it’s exactly what I want, too.
All of it. Now.
Behind me, Sawyer’s voice is smooth as silk, yet there’s a dangerous edge to it.
“I think you’re forgetting something, sweetheart.” His hands slide down my arms, his touch firm, coaxing. “You’re not just here for them. You’re here for me, too.”
I freeze, a shiver running down my spine. His words are a dark invitation, pulling me deeper into this web they’ve spun. Every inch of my body is on edge, but there’s no escaping it now. I can’t back away.
Clint’s lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. He growls, a sound so primal it makes my knees weak.
“You belong to us now, Dakota,” he says. “And I’ll take my time with you. All of you.”
Reid’s fingers slide up my thighs, his touch powerful and overwhelming. He’s savoring this.
I want to beg him to hurry, but when his hand slides under my jeans and panties, tugging them down just enough to expose my bare skin, I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips.
“Do you want me, Dakota?” Reid asks. His finger slides between my folds, teasing, circling, making me gasp again. “You are so fucking wet for us.”
I can’t answer. I can’t do anything but react. My body moves on its own, grinding against him, my hands pulling at Clint’s shirt as he dips lower, his tongue flicking against my skin.
He’s leaving bruises, marks, claiming me in the only way he knows how.
I’m barely aware of the fact that I’ve stripped myself of every last piece of clothing until Reid’s fingers slip between my legs again, sliding inside me with a force that has me gasping.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, pushing deeper, and my back arches as my body responds to his command. “You always feel so freaking good.”
Behind me, Sawyer’s hands are all over me, roaming, exploring, and I can feel him pressing against my back, his cock hard and ready, just waiting.
